Friday 1838
Friday 1838
At first my eyes do not understand why the laughing man across the street has captivated them.
At first my eyes do not understand what is so engaging about the man leaving the club across the street (I am invisible sipping coffee behind glass).
At first my eyes do not understand, until my helpful brain chimes in, and he has already moved on.
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Friday 1946
"Tomorrow" we used to whisper
"Tomorrow" our mantra, our hold on a little longer till we can touch and melt and find release in one another, but
"Tomorrow" is different now, forbidden in a new way
"You don't destroy the things that are good for you" my friend said
"I do. It's what I'm good at"
Because "Tomorrow" is just another crack in the facade now, the acid bath I threw us into
"Tomorrow" is just business again.
“…Once you’ve been head-over-heels in love with somebody, you don’t go back to being ‘friends’. It doesn’t work that way.”
— Lauren Baker, Finding Home (via the-book-diaries)
You were a bandaid when I needed stitches.
I’m sorry.
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